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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Mar 24, 2020 10:58:34 GMT -5
Nico | Trust Exercise Room | ®Hawkpath® Nico wished he knew what Kelsier was thinking, but he knew if he asked he would have to reveal his own thoughts. That was quite possibly the last thing he wanted to do at the moment, if only because his thoughts mostly consisted of a strange respect – bordering on admiration – for Kelsier that he couldn’t quite explain to himself yet. Maybe one day. Maybe never. He wasn’t good at feelings, and he wasn’t sure where he stood with Kelsier. Obviously they were over the whole trying to kill each other thing, but that didn’t mean they were friends. It didn’t mean they cared at all for each other. Nico had gotten used to fighting his tendency to hold grudges, but he wasn’t used to liking the people he originally hated. Of course with people in his world it was different, because a good portion of his anger had originally been misplaced. Now, though… even in his world, even in the House… he didn’t know how to feel about much of anything, and Kelsier was no exception. But Kelsier had stepped back, and he may not have realized how large of a gesture it was, but Nico noticed it. Even people in his world who claimed to care didn’t respect that space around him. Maybe it shouldn’t have surprised him that Kelsier did, given how much he had already done for the boy, but it did. “I suppose not,” Nico murmured, shaking his head. They had survived this long, thanks to each other. Although both of their worlds were probably far more dangerous than the House was, the fact remained that neither of them would be standing there if they hadn’t been forced to trust each other. That was the thing though. The trust hadn’t been voluntary, not really. It was a result of the House, and though Nico doubted it was purposefully impacting anything he felt, the House still had its fingerprints all over what he and Kelsier were doing. Every action they had taken was guided by the House, which meant that Kelsier probably didn’t actually like or trust him. They had trusted each other out of convenience, that was it. So why did that thought hurt so much? He wasn’t supposed to care about Kelsier. Yet, prompted by the House or not, he did. He gave Kelsier a grim smile, something like amusement still buried in his expression. He was grateful for the distraction that was Kelsier’s reaction to an average day at Camp Half-Blood. Nico may not have spent as much time there as he should have, but he had come to see it as – if not a home – then at least as a safe place. The daily dangers and activities had seemed cool when he had first come to Camp, and now it just seemed normal. “The arrows are only on special occasions,” he deadpanned, glancing back at Kelsier. “And only shot by the very best archers.” That didn’t mean it was any less unnerving when the ‘very best archers’ might be as young as seven or eight years old, but he left that part out. “I don’t know what purpose the lava serves, but the arrows are good preparation for real life. If you’re ever going to go on a quest, you’re probably going to be shot at eventually. Might as well train for it.” He shoved his hands into his pockets, looking back in the direction of the little building he had spotted. If he heard Kelsier’s response to his thanks – if he heard Kelsier’s thanks, he didn’t acknowledge it at first. He was silent for a moment, and it seemed – even to him – that he wasn’t going to say anything in response. A muscle in his jaw twitched before he finally turned his gaze towards Kelsier, watching him for another few moments. There were a few brief moments where it was easy to tell why people in his world thought he was unnerving – it was almost as though he was looking through Kelsier, not at him. “I told you in that first room that chances are you need everyone alive to get out of a room like this.” There was something in his voice, something almost cold and detached. He remembered too well being in that room with Kelsier, trying to explain to him why he wouldn’t kill him. It had sounded like a feeble excuse even then – that the only reason he wouldn’t kill Kelsier was because they both needed to be alive to get out. Nico was silent for a few more moments, letting parts of that first room play in his head before his gaze sharpened and he met Kelsier’s eyes. “That’s not strictly true.” Let Kelsier puzzle that out, try to figure out what he meant. “But you’re welcome,” he added as he began to walk. Nico had gotten good at being aware of where people were around him, and he was pleasantly surprised to find Kelsier keeping his distance behind him. The boy let himself relax a little bit with the knowledge that Kelsier was a safe distance away, with the knowledge that he didn’t have to worry about attack, that they could just trek across the frostbitten ground and there was no immediate danger. It was odd to feel like he was letting down his guard, but it also felt right. He didn’t think the House had anything else bad to throw at them, especially not when they came close enough to read the sign on the building. “Skate Rental, Hot Chocolate, and Cider,” Nico read aloud, surprise in his voice. He stopped, turning to look at Kelsier. “Have you ever been ice skating?”
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Post by Numquam on Mar 24, 2020 15:07:33 GMT -5
--cato phoenixEises snickered, “They’re a little dumb too.” It was odd why something so fragile and ignorant would be so loved by the House. “Yeah, the world is Theia and the country is Elisia.” She vastly preferred how it sounded compared to a name like Earth. Did Earth countries sound as weird too? “We have talking A.I.s, but those don’t think for themselves, they’re pre-programmed.” It always freaked her out, she preferred reading what a computer had to say, not hear it. She tilted her head, “Vampires and werewolves are legends in Theia, but they don’t exist.” She then pointed to her wolf ears and grinned, “Who needs werewolves when you got me, anyway?” Demitheians were as close to werewolves as Theians could get, and semitheians were another story entirely. “N-Never heard of elves or shades, though. What are those?” His hesitancy piqued her curiosity. Eises watched as he continued to show his magic. Her eyes widened in interest, “There’s another blinker who uses energy too, I think. She described hers a little differently from yours, though. She can like, make people tired!” Mordecai made no mention of using other people’s energies, only his own, so Eises assumed the two magics worked differently. “D-Do you tire yourself out right away when you fight? Does it burn when an enemy touches it?” Always back to fighting. “I-It’s...uh…” How could she put it…”It’s an element you find out in the world sometimes, it’s pretty rare. T-Though there’s a few places full of it.” It was much easier for Eises to show than to explain. The ice in her hand melted and was replaced with a small, bright ball of Serian. It was clear that the ball wasn’t completely solid, “It takes a lot of forms: crystals, fire...whatever this is.” The last statement referred to the new ball. “In a fight, you can use the crystals to stab, the fire’s obvious, and the other forms….feel weird. Like, it hurts really bad, but it’s almost like getting freezed and burned at the same time.” The other form looked vaguely similar to Mordecai’s energy ball, but it was obvious that her magic was not energy. With the other form, she could do more than just create balls of Serian, but those forms of magic were violent and better seen in battle. Eises could feel the annoyance building in Calibris, he hated her telling anything to strangers. “I-In nature, you see them as crystals growing on the ground, or floating rivers by cave ceilings.” “That’s why I don’t think hard about it.” In reality, she didn’t think about it at all. “Maybe some of the other blinkers have figured things out, I w-wouldn’t know.” Her conclusion from the start was just assuming anything was on a whim from this House. It wants entertainment, so it’ll put its blinkers into quite literally any situation. It was a conclusion she was content with. “Good idea, better than just standing around.” “Oh, a really rural area? We have those too. Sometimes you run into a village and think you’ve travelled back in time.” She chuckled as she started walking once more down one of the streets. “Maybe we should find a main street or look for the downtown area.” Doing her best to examine the ruined buildings from afar and comparing them to towns she's been to, she guessed they weren’t too far. “Or would it be better to find an exit from the city in the first place…” She placed her hand on her chin in thought, unsure what to do. If only she could fly and look down at the city to get a better view…. Her thought gave her an idea and she turned to face Mordecai. “Why don’t we find a high place to get a better view?”
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Post by Sησω on Mar 24, 2020 19:43:54 GMT -5
[ Arcelia || St. Patrick's Day Room || mintedstar/fur ]It was hard for Arcelia to keep from rolling her eyes at Sam's comment. If the room didn't have a point, then why was it here? Why was she in it? He probably conjured it up, she thought, but she kept her speculation to herself. The next part interested her, however. "I. . .er. . .land," she sounded out each syllable of the foreign word. "I-I've never h-heard of that p-place." This led her to wonder - was she even on Galsreim at all? Human towns in her home continent often had names, but she'd never heard of anything that sounded vaguely like 'Ireland'. And considering the weather of this place was completely different from where she'd come from, it was possible that the magic house had transported her to the other side of Valkemare. Is this where he lives? she wondered, casting a glance at the boy. (I apologize, once again, for the late reply! This weekend was rather stressful for me.) |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 25, 2020 18:48:59 GMT -5
The Doctor | Statue Room | She's talking to EVERYONE in this post  "Ignore her," The Doctor said briskly, mostly to Orpheus. She didn't understand Ougi, not really. She assumed that was the point. The more confusing she was, the more likely it was that chaos would be the outcome. She didn't need that in her life though. There was enough chaos going on for all of them that this was just something that seemed to tease at them. To Vincent, she said, "I'm not sure." She glanced around, then waved a hand. "Hello?" She wasn't sure if anyone would respond. They were all floating around the park and trying to work out what was going on. "I just wanted to place fair warnin' ... if any of ya are new, this room is very likely unsafe." She shifted her gaze, looking around at the statues. None of them had changed. Was the House playing her? Was the sense of foreboding just there so she'd make assumptions? She didn't notice something shift ever so slightly while her back was turned. |
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Mar 25, 2020 23:29:12 GMT -5
Ougi - statue room - everyone
Ougi blinked her wide charcoal-black eyes at Vincent. His comment forced a little more effort upon her to deduce what he meant. Perhaps he just wanted to avoid talking about his struggle in finding a lust for life. She was always the first one to come up with roundabout reasonings for those things that people said. But if not told differently, she made such assumptions quickly. Nonetheless, he was beginning to interest her; still not at the same level as The Doctor, who she approached stealthily.
Once she was close enough to the other blinker, she jumped suddenly--acting--and threw up one hand with mock-terror in her voice.
"Oh no! Behind you!"
Before The Doctor even had a chance to turn around, and see that there was not even one of the statues directly behind her, let alone a moving one, Ougi had blinked out of the room.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 26, 2020 3:03:35 GMT -5
(<3 No worries at all. It's all okay!) Sam | St. Patrick's Day Room | Sησω "I assume you haven't," said Sam. "I don't think that it exists in your world." Not that Arcelia would believe him if he said that again. She seemed set on believing that he was some witch for the time being. Sam approached the large stones. He reached out, one hand brushing against them. Considering they were out in the middle of green with no sigh of any rocks at all - never mind ones this big - it was pretty impressive this was here. His hand found a grove in the stone. He didn't pay attention to it. Either he wasn't concerned by it or he just assumed it was normal. He stepped toward the center of the ring of circles, saying to Arcelia, "Is someone in your world really powerful enough to create something as large and impressive as this?" There was a hum in the back of Sam's throat. He didn't seem to be looking for any clues yet. Maybe Arcelia would have to do that. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 26, 2020 3:05:18 GMT -5
( XD Oh dear. The Doctor is NOT amused by Ougi. Little pest. I love her.)
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Mar 26, 2020 7:08:30 GMT -5
“Very differently.” L agreed softly, watching Myrnin so closely he seemed unable to look anywhere else. “But I suppose your point is valid.” He settled himself into a more comfortable crouch, his feet restlessly rubbing the chair under him. Myrnin had drawn such vastly different conclusions, he had been forced to wonder about his own, whether they were supported by fact or by something else entirely. He had thought he’d been acting logically, but now? Now he couldn’t say for sure that his judgement hadn’t been clouded. He watched the tower. He didn’t expect it to fall. It didn’t fall. L found this comforting. He at least wasn’t wrong on all fronts, it seemed. He watched Myrnin, eyes careful, calculating, as the vampire admitted to never asking for help. Which was so obvious it barely even counted as a deduction, really. He was thinking about this all wrong. Again. What did he know? He knew what Myrnin had done, and he knew why. That had to be enough to get them through this conversation, didn’t it? He didn’t answer the vampire’s comment. He didn’t feel the need to. He did listen to Myrnin when he began to explain. His hand moved and brushed a block still on the tower, then moved to one of the ones he’d already taken off. He began to spin it slowly, his fingers moving in a complicated pattern to keep the wood moving continuously. Because Myrnin was, once again, absolutely right. L thought in terms of how he could solve the room, like a case he’d been handed. He thought about the people, but clinically, the way you might save a video game in case it crashed. Not in the way he knew Myrnin thought of them, never like that. Maybe that was the main difference between them. The way that they thought about the situation, the way they approached each problem. The way L thought of it as a problem to be solved in the first place. He knew the arena room wouldn’t be the last room where blinker would turn on blinker, he understood that he couldn’t expect people to learn from their mistake, though he could certainly hope. He listened silently, because what else could he do? Words stubbornly escaped him, his tongue felt tied. Finally, he managed to speak. “You became what the House was aiming to create.” He murmured, reaching for a block on the tower. He concentrated on his move, decided, which block to remove, and pulled it free. The tower, somehow, didn’t fall. It didn’t even shake this time. He stared at the piece of wood in between his thumb and index finger, then raised his eyes to Myrnin. Determination was shining resolutely in their black depths. “I understand how that felt perfectly, Myrnin.” He answered, his tone even. “But I think you should have known better. I think you shouldn’t have assumed you knew what everyone else was going to do, or how things were going to turn out. Did you think about what you could have accomplished if you’d tried to fight back? If you’d been in the side of the people who refused to kill? You’re strong - I don’t know who all you killed in that room, but I wouldn’t be surprised if the strongest of blinkers had been killed by you.” He softened slightly. “I didn’t want to see anyone hurt either. But in the end, you’re the one who caused the most damage. Don’t you see that?” (The post that shows I’ve been rereading the arena room) |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Mar 26, 2020 10:06:06 GMT -5
Gin | Statue room | mostly ®Hawkpath® |“Ah, I see,” said Gin. That was a lie - he didn’t see at all, even a little bit. He wasn’t shocked that she didn’t have a kanji name - some Amanto looked human enough - but how the hell was she speaking Japanese without knowing what kanji was??? It didn’t make any sense. Maybe she was messing with him. That must be it. Well, he wasn’t gonna crack. Like he was backing down from a simple snare like that. No way. She could try and bait him into admitting he was confused all she wanted, but if she wanted a long con, he’d give her a long con. So instead, he said, “What are they all up to?” and pointed to the Doctor and Ougi, who seemed to be stirring up some kind of chaos across the garden.
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Iceclaw
You can kill me, but you will never destroy me.
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Post by Iceclaw on Mar 26, 2020 13:52:05 GMT -5
Touka | Lodge | Iceclaw mintedstar/fur | Under any other circumstance, and maybe had he tried it even a few minutes ago, Touka would have either awkwardly accepted the hug or, more likely, pushed Rex away. Friends, she was good at. Jokes, she was good at. But emotions - real, hard, scary emotions, and the people that go with them - that was always something she'd tried to avoid getting dragged into. It never seemed to be worth it, especially in a world where everyone winds up dead all too soon. But now, at the end of everything, she found herself sinking into the hug, clinging tightly to Rex's armor as if it was a lifeline, squeezing her eyes shut as Rex held her just as tightly and finally, the grief and blind fear she'd been trying so hard to hold back tugged at her vision, threatening to rip her heart from her chest. She could feel him here, and she could feel Myrnin out there, and they both loved her...she understood that now, that by some miracle, by some strange twist of fate, they loved her so much, and she loved them too, and it wasn't fair. It was so unfair she wanted to scream, but none of that would stop her from being taken from them whenever the House decided it was finished with her. She didn't want to die. She didn't want to die. She didn't want to die. Abruptly, she pulled away from Rex, balling her hands into fists to try and disguise how much she was shaking. She swallowed, trying to think past the crushing feeling in her chest. Focus. Think. Things I can control."I have to go see Myrnin," she choked through gritted teeth, closing her eyes and forcing herself to breathe. "I can't leave things like this." Myrnin | Lodge <Raintalon> Iceclaw Myrnin had to freeze. He could hear Touka even if his back was to her. He could feel Rex's anger at him and he didn't blame him. But all he could do was look down at his hands and how they were trembling and he didn't know what to think. He clutched them to his chest, holding in a scream. He almost did. Just to scream, and scream like he used to. To scream the bad things away. But this bad thing wouldn't go away. Nothing he did would shift it. He sat. He didn't care where he was or who was around him. He couldn't go back. He hadn't changed who he was and he couldn't. Not like this, not even on demand. The thought of going caused his head to hurt and his chest to ache. But he did reach out in a different way. The only other way he could without having to commit to it. Without being there. He opened his mind, waves coming off him and breaking through the room. Unfelt, apart from maybe one person. Apologies rested in them, but also love - or love as Myrnin understood it. But even then he couldn't keep the confusion of emotions he was feeling out of it. They tangled up and played under the surface: sorrow, heartbreak, and melancholy. Confusion and an overwhelming amount of fear. But every time that threatened what he was doing it would fade again. Replaced by another mental wave of apology and the friendship he had for her. Myrnin himself had his hands pressed against his ears and his shoulders hunched. He tried to block out the world behind closed eyes. The fact that Touka hugged him back was enough to make Rex crack. Hot tears slipped down his face, fueled more by rage and pain than grief. He was mad at the House, yes, and at the people in Touka's world. But neither of them were solid enough to direct his feelings toward, so it all fell to hatred for Myrnin. Blind to Myrnin's silent apology to Touka, Rex couldn't understand why Touka pushed him away, insisting on going to the vampire. Or rather he did, and simply refused to understand. His chest felt tight, like his armor was constricting him. "Fine." The word fell tense from gritted teeth as he glared over her head at Myrnin, pathetically huddled away like this was a something he could ignore. |
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Iceclaw
You can kill me, but you will never destroy me.
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Post by Iceclaw on Mar 26, 2020 14:09:55 GMT -5
Vincent | lodge? | Iceclaw Vincent stepped back slowly, retreating to the inside of the lodge. He hadn’t realized it, but it had started to get cold outside, and stepping into the interior of a fire lit building brought forward a comforting breath. He had lost interest in what was unfolding in front of him quickly, so he had chosen to abandon a thread in which there was no point in finding the end of. Looking around inside was an overwhelming and exciting experience, as he was beginning to recognize a number of faces when he arrived in a crowded room. Such a quality warranted opportunity he wasn’t yet familiar with in the house, and it thrilled him. His gaze passed over the huddled group of familiar faces, all wearing saddened expressions which earned a quirked eyebrow, but another passing figure quickly stole his attention. His curious eye dragged after Daud for a moment as he started for the hallway, slowly causing a smirk to sneak onto the man’s lips. With a quick survey of the others, he slipped after the assassin, following at a distance which would allow him to call after the man without calling too much attention from the main room. “Daud!” He said, picking up a spritely pace as he felt they had become more isolated by the two walls on either side. He smirked, nearing the unsuspecting assassin while maintaining the same quickened pace until he reached, and fell into sync with the other man’s stride. “Daud,” he said again, “right?” He asked, seeking confirmation he was using the correct title. He flashed a grin, openly analyzing the man for his reaction to him. Daud glanced back at the sound of his name, recognizing the voice. The lucky bastard who had taken the fall for him. Daud did not trust him, but that didn't mean he wasn't interested. Vincent had a similar air to some of the Whalers. He had watched how Vincent had played with Myrnin and the others in the room. There was potential, yes, but it needed to be refined. "What do you want?" he deadpanned, not bothering to confirm the name or return the cheerful attitude. |
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Post by Sησω on Mar 26, 2020 14:41:44 GMT -5
(Any place I can throw a second character in?)
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Mar 26, 2020 16:04:51 GMT -5
Kelsier | Trust Exercise Room | striderThey were both moving in the dark here. Both acting without knowing what the other was thinking. It wasn’t like there was anything they could do about it (besides ask, of course, which Kelsier didn’t plan on doing) so they were just going to have to play it by ear. If they didn’t hate each other, where exactly did that put them? Kelsier was fairly sure Nico couldn’t possibly like him, so he supposed perhaps he was simply indifferent to him now, in the way you were with someone you barely knew. Except, they didn’t “barely know” each other, they knew each other’s deepest, most well kept secrets, they each had the power to destroy the other, and Kelsier at least knew he wouldn’t. Perhaps it was trust that made him think Nico wouldn’t either. This time, he didn’t think it was the House forcing them, though. They weren’t trapped now. They could easily use what knowledge they had, it was their choice, and if they decided not to use that power? Didn’t that just make the other person even more dangerous? It was a game, not one Kelsier was sure he liked. They were playing each other, testing each other, seeing what they would do. At least he thought they were playing on even ground. And still, he felt respectful of the boy, who he refused to think of as an opponent. Let the House try and force them to think that way, he wouldn’t do it. The House didn’t control him, and neither did its rooms, its tricks and the ways it tried to get into their heads. He wasn’t going to let it control him. He knew they’d both probably seen a lot worse than this, but it still felt important, the way they’d helped each other. And yet, he couldn’t know whether Nico had done it simply because he had no other option, or because he had decided to. No, that wasn’t true. Nico could easily have simply dropped him if he’d wanted a simple way out, because by then he hadn’t needed the Mistborn anymore. He’d been down, on safe ground, what would it have hurt to kill the man who had killed him? He could even have bet on the fact that the House would probably bring him back if he hadn’t felt like killing him permanently. Which, incidentally, was a really odd thing to say. “That makes me feel so much better, thanks.” Kelsier answered, sarcasm dripping from his tone as he shot the boy a grin to show it was all in good humor. “What do you do if you get hit? Follow up question, what’s your medical care like?” He shook his head. “Most people train a little less...intensely.” He pointed out. He couldn’t leave it at that, though. “I mean, I trained by jumping off of buildings, so I guess I can’t talk. The life of a fledgling Mistborn is a lot like the life of an actual fledgling: lots of falling and hoping you don’t die. Also, no medical care except from the person who trained me, so getting it right the first time was kind of a good idea. Especially when your mentor pushes you off of high walls with no warning.” He shook his head at the memory. Gemmel had been an interesting person, to say the least, someone Kelsier could remember both fondly and, truthfully, a little nervously. When you managed to make Kelsier look like the sane one….well. He didn’t know how to finish that thought, actually. When Nico looked at him, he looked back intently, meeting the boy’s dark eyes with his hazel ones, letting himself be stared through or scanned or whatever Nico was doing in those moments. It was easy to see the parts of him that people were afraid of, sometimes, though Kelsier didn’t share their fear. Nico was a just a boy, not someone to flinch away from. Besides, Kelsier didn’t flinch. He didn’t know what Nico was trying to say with his eyes, so when he started talking, the Mistborn didn’t interrupt. He stayed quiet, watchful, waiting for Nico to explain what he was talking about in a way Kelsier would understand. “Ah.” He said softly, when the boy had finished. Nico may have sounded detached, but Kelsier sounded anything but. He sounded like this mattered to him, a lot, like his heart might be on the line here, waiting for the other shoe to drop. He smiled, and it wasn’t forced at all, but light and cheerful. He wasn’t completely sure what Nico meant, but he thought he understood the main point of it. Which was: Nico had had another reason not to kill him. “Well, I’m glad we’re both alive, either way.” He said simply, and fell into place beside Nico, close enough to be walking with him, but not too close. He turned to look at the building they were approaching, and he read the sign at the same time Nico did. “What’s hot chocolate?” He asked at the same time as Nico posed his own question. He shook his head, amused. “Never. Not even sure what that is.” He admitted without hesitation, tilting his head up to look at the sign again as he said it. “Ice skating...I suppose it involved ice, though that’s pretty much all I can get off the title. And I don’t know what hot chocolate or cider is, either. Are they part of ice skating?” |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Mar 26, 2020 16:15:06 GMT -5
Rue, having no idea that Gin was new, or that he thought she was trying to bait him, didn’t ask what kanji was. She was curious, yes, and she would have liked it if he’d explained, but she wasn’t going to pry, especially when he seemed intent on changing the subject. Maybe you weren’t supposed to know about kanji unless you already did? That was her best guess, anyway. She glanced over at the others, noticing their antics for the first time, and shrugged, “I don’t know,” she admitted, glancing back at him and raising her eyebrows. “Maybe we should go see.” Then she heard the doctor’s remark, and tensed a little. Dangerous, huh? She wasn’t surprised, this place just screamed danger to her. “Thanks!” She called back, then clapped a hand over her mouth. Stupid to shout. She looked at Gin, half expecting him to chide her, and offered a “you’re not new, are you?” |
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Mar 26, 2020 16:17:07 GMT -5
Vincent - Lodge Hall - IceclawVincent tilted his head as the man acknowledged him, a skeptical smirk playing across his face. “Don’t act you don’t have any idea,” he said lightly. He cast a glance at the man’s hands, frowning slightly to himself. It was a shame he’d gotten so caught up in such a tiny detail during the case; he’d gotten lucky that the results of the room had been enjoyable enough they couldn’t leave him too disappointed he hadn’t caught the culprit. Regardless of what he’d missed at the scene, Myrnin’s behavior after the room’s completion had given him an insight he couldn’t have gotten any other way - an insight that had lead him here, in front of this stranger, with complete confidence. “How about you tell me about it; if you feel that we are - safely - free of the more severe consequences.” He smiled, pale eyes fixed on the assassin as he spoke. He didn’t wait for the man to confirm or deny that he was comfortable with the conversation, as he had suggested would, and instead kept talking. “Where do you think people would’ve looked if they found him as clean as you originally finished him? Is that what you were thinking when you did all that after he was already dead?” He spoke as if he knew that answer, still wearing a curious smirk. |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Mar 26, 2020 17:06:58 GMT -5
Gin | Statue room | ®Hawkpath® and anyone else who's about to be involved |Gin looked up as the Doctor shouted her warning, but his expression didn't change from its usual placid baseline as he turned back to Rue. She'd replied, so he didn't feel like it was necessary for both of them to start yelling. He did notice that her hand went to her mouth, though - she looked like a child who expected to be scolded. Maybe yelling was frowned upon here. He'd have to remember that. The blonde woman who had shouted in the first place hadn't been scolded either, though... But all thought of the procedure around shouting was driven from his mind immediately as Rue asked him the million dollar question. Her tone and her words confirmed his suspicion - being new was bad here. And if being new was bad around here, he suspected being human would be doubly so. And he wasn't really aiming to be stabbed to death or eaten alive today. So he leaned back on the statue, putting his hands behind his head, and flashed a confident smile. "Ah, no, not at all," he said, his tone smooth and certain. "I've been coming here a long, long time. Longer than any of you youngsters, I'm sure." Just to make his confidence extra clear to the young Amanto girl, he leaned back even further on the statue, so he was almost reclining on its arm. CRACK. As it turned out, the statue's poor arm had never been intended to be used as a chair. Gin tumbled to the ground along with the arm, which broke into several more pieces as it hit the ground. From the grass where he was now sitting, he scratched his head, turning to look at the statue, which was now thoroughly armless. Oops.
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Transgender
strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Mar 26, 2020 17:29:21 GMT -5
Nico | Trust Exercise Room | ®Hawkpath® Nico wanted to believe that they could get past that first room, wanted to believe they could move on, was even willing to let himself allow someone else into his life – someone to be friends with, someone else to trust in rooms without questioning that decision near constantly. But the way he and Kelsier had met… did that destroy that opportunity? Looking back at the man now, Nico didn’t know. They didn’t know each other well enough to really be able to read the other yet, but they carried each other’s secrets with them. Although Nico had long ago stopped expecting fairness out of the world, this in particular felt like it wasn’t fair. Mainly because Kelsier actually seemed like someone Nico might have grown to trust if he had gotten any say in the matter. If he hadn’t been forced to divulge his secrets, if his blood hadn’t once stained Kelsier’s glass dagger. It felt like they were constantly stepping around pieces of broken glass around each other. For Nico’s part at least, figuring out what Kelsier felt towards him was impossible in part because he had no idea how he felt about Kelsier. There was too much to sort through, too much that they should probably actually talk about, but what was there to say? ‘I promise I won’t tell anyone else your deepest secrets as long as you don’t share mine.’? For Nico, there was no ‘as long as.’ He would keep Kelsier’s secrets guarded, if only because he knew what it was like to have his own secrets forced out. He wouldn’t wish that on anyone. In spite of everything heavy weighing them both down, however, Nico was grateful they had found a sort of easy rhythm. There weren’t many people he was willing to joke around with, but it felt… comfortable… with Kelsier. “If you get hit you go to the infirmary,” Nico replied, not even looking back, “where you get treated by the Camp’s best healers. Who also happen to be the same people who just shot at you.” At that he turned just enough so that Kelsier could see a hint of an ironic smile. “Life at Camp is dangerous, but it’s a lot safer than anywhere else,” he admitted, tone growing a little bit more serious. “Your mentor sounds like a d*ck,” Nico added, his tone lighter than before. He wasn’t actually casting judgement on Kelsier’s mentor, but being pushed off of walls sounded unpleasant to say the least. If he was surprised by Kelsier’s way of training, he didn’t let on. Training was something dangerous no matte what world you were in, and it sounded like there were more similarities between his and Kelsier’s than they had been aware of before. There were more similarities between the two of them than either would have admitted in their first room. Nico swallowed, arms wrapping around himself, seemingly against the cold, but maybe against what he was about to say, too. It came out surprisingly candid. “I left Camp for a while when I learned who I was. I mostly trained by myself, and it’s more dangerous out in the real world, I guess. I don’t travel anywhere without…” he hesitated, digging in the bag hidden underneath his jacket before pulling out a baggie of slightly squished squares of… something. It looked a little bit like candy. “Ambrosia. If a demigod gets too hurt, it helps long enough that we may not have to get a healer right away. If we take too much though it literally burns us up from the inside, though, so… I guess it’s both a blessing and a curse.” He put the bag away, glancing back at Kelsier. “I guess shadow travelling is sort of like falling off buildings, at first.” He met Kelsier’s gaze, something like a half smile – more genuine than most of the ones he’d given before – tugging at his lips. “Sometimes you end up halfway around the world and have to find your way back alone.” He fell silent, letting the moment pass before, very quietly. “I’m glad we’re both alive as well.” It was harder to say than it probably should have been, but it was out there now. The truth. The heaviness of the moment was immediately forgotten as Nico whirled on Kelsier, eyebrows raised. “Any world that doesn’t have hot chocolate needs to rethink its priorities,” he announced, though he was mostly kidding. Mostly. Suppressing a soft laugh, he headed closer to the building. “Hot chocolate and cider are things that people drink in the winter, usually. It’ll help warm us up, if we want to try skating first. I used to have hot chocolate a lot growing up, but… I haven’t had it in a few years.” He hadn’t had anything that sugary in a few months, actually, and not by choice. The thought of it made him realize how hungry he was, though he didn’t voice that out loud to Kelsier. He could eat whenever he wanted now, he just… it wasn’t that simple. He shook the thought away, turning back to the subject at hand. “Skating is like having knifes attached to your feet and trying not to fall on ice.” It was the closest Nico could come in terms that Kelsier would understand for certain. “Just… a lot less dangerous, I guess. I’ve… never actually tried it, but it looks fun. Wanna try?” Fun was a bit of an odd concept, but what the hell. They were here, he might as well try it.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 26, 2020 18:03:06 GMT -5
(Any place I can throw a second character in?) (The statue room is a park full of stone status if you were interested! ) |
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Mar 26, 2020 18:07:32 GMT -5
Ougi - statue room - everyone
As if on cue when the statue's arms cracked loudly, a high school student blinked into the Paradox House, as usual. The student stumbled to a halt and then jumped upright with springing feet, graceful as could be; Ougi had been riding a bicycle down the street heading for the donut shop, on the lookout for a particular vampire. And Ougi was known for reckless bicycle speeds. And when the Paradox House blinks you in, you simply have to recover from being thrown off your vehicle.
There should be an award for best recovery upon blinking... I would get it.
Hopefully the quest to find Shinobu wouldn't be forgotten upon leaving this place. But it was easy to forget, especially when Ougi recognized the garden full of statues and familiar faces, suddenly excited to meddle with them just like the old days.
"Oh?" Suddenly appearing in the garden made the blinker easily mistaken for a moving statue, but the modern clothes made it apparent that wasn't the case. In fact, Ougi's clothes were completely different from usual. Ougi had always appeared in the girls' school uniform of a skirt and blouse, with characteristically long floppy sleeves, but now it was the boys' uniform. The hands that were no longer covered in those pink sleeves now wore black gloves to match this new uniform's black and red colors.
"Ah, hello there, Doctor." Ougi blinked his eyes in a purposefully innocuous way and waved one hand in greeting to the blinker nearest. And then referring to the progress in this room of statues, "I see you haven't been very productive for the past few weeks in my time."
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Mar 26, 2020 18:11:56 GMT -5
(ougi is here...... :3c )
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Post by Sησω on Mar 26, 2020 20:04:39 GMT -5
[ Astraea || Statue Room || Everyone ]
The stars are so beautiful. Astraea was transfixed by a nebula in the night sky. She admired the twinkling lights of its bright stars as they floated in the cloud of emerald green space dust. If only my sister could see this, she thought to herself momentarily. Years ago, when she'd first discovered this nebula, she'd tried showing it to her sister, Amarantha. However, her vision was not nearly as good as the wyvern's.
All of a sudden, an extremely bright light blinded the young dragon's vision. "AAAH!" she let out a scream as she tore her scorching eyes away from the sight.
When she took a look around her, the wyvern was shocked to find that she was no longer in the peaceful forest she called home. Instead, she was in an unfamiliar garden. And that wasn't all - it was daytime here. It had been night where she'd come from. Where am I? the perplexed dragon thought to herself. What was happening? (I apologize if I'm forgetting any important details! I haven't read the other statue room posts, oops) |
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Post by Sησω on Mar 26, 2020 20:14:27 GMT -5
[ Arcelia || St. Patrick's Day Room || mintedstar/fur ]Your world.
Arcelia rolled her eyes. Here he goes again, she thought to herself. Whatever he was, from the way he spoke, it was clear that he wasn't just an ordinary human.
To his question, she replied, "Many dragon breeds can shape stone. I've heard some humans can, as well. But to create stone? All I can think of are the Avatars and the Guardian of Nature, but they only exist in legend." At least, she thought by 'monument' he was talking about the stones. She couldn't help but silently agree that they were rather magnificent. They were huge! (As to the reason why Arcelia says that Guardians of Nature only exist in legend when she is one, she doesn't know that she's a Guardian yet.) |
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Mar 27, 2020 1:52:07 GMT -5
(Apologies if this is a bit rough, need to derust a bit. I think refreshed my memory of this room well enough for this post to not be too clunky.) Steel met steel with a reverberating clang, as the two flying Primals collided with each other mid-air, their swords locking together viciously. Unlike previous moments during the fight where they had came in close to trade blows, the force of this clash was enough to send a shockwave of air surging outward from the contact point, carrying with it feathers dislodged in the struggle. No longer did they separate to continue their magical assault on one another either. Instead, the angels began descending towards the ground in a flurry of multicolored wings, as they struggled to overpower the other in an apparent deadlock, the metal of their blades glowing red hot from the friction. While it might have not been obvious to any onlookers, considering the force both combatants were still going at it, they were running out of energy, hence why magic use had ceased. The real Primarch had only regained so much of his own back in the short time he'd had to recover, and the copy's body, not adapted to it, could only channel all the new power he now had for so long, before burning itself out. Eventually, the combatants dropped to the stone floor, the former spectacle of their battle reduced to nothing more than a simple stand off. Fatigue was now clearly visible on their battered forms, the force behind their connected weapons starting to waver. Sensing an opportunity, the copy brought his foot up and drove it into his foe's wounded torso, renewing the damage his regeneration factor had partially healed. Blazing pain again erupted within the real Primarch's body, his expression twisting to match as the strength behind his sword weakened drastically. Feeding on the satisfaction that he was about to finally overwhelm his true self, the fake angel quickly pressed his advantage, forcing Sandalphon's weapon back and his own closer. I can play dirty too.Forcing himself to endure just a bit longer, the real archangel grit his teeth, dismissed his wings and suddenly allowed himself to fall over in a backwards tumble. Caught off guard and too busy putting all his weight into his attack, the fake went toppling forward after. The instant Sandalphon felt the floor beneath his shoulders, he shoved his legs up as hard as he could, giving this damned imitation a taste of it's own medicine too. Not as strong as that strike, the heels of the archangel's boots still bore deep into the clone's gut, causing him to let out a choked yell while both his own momentum combined with the force of the blow sent him tumbling right over his opponent. The twisted mass of feathered limbs roughly hit the ground, vanishing to reveal their bearer laying limply on his stomach. He was almost completely spent, barely able to try and pick himself up again, reaching out for his sword. Until a familiar foot placed itself on his back, keeping him pinned to the floor. "Enough." Sandalphon demanded, reaching over to kick the blade away, much to the clone's chagrin. He turned his head sideways to see his real self standing over him, looking just as tired as he was. He was wincing, still holding his own sword in one hand, other arm cradling his side. Letting out a weak scoff, "Hmph. You call me the spare Primarch, when you are the one bearing Lucifer's wings?" There was hesitation before his question got a reply, but didn't hold the type of emotion it was fishing for. "Yes, I am. Because they were entrusted to me by someone very important to me. Something you... I, lost sight of, for a very long time." Unexpectedly, Sandalphon's words seemed to stir something within the copy, the malice in his features fading ever so slightly, his eyes widening. Was that... sadness reflected in them? Or perhaps regret? Whatever buried emotions had risen to the surface didn't last, before long, he was back to his usual self, staring hatefully up the Primal standing on him. "Anyways..." Sandalphon said with a sigh of finality, glancing towards Spinel and her copy. Both were, thankfully, still in one piece. "Now that nuisance is out of the way, shall we start trying to find our exit? You mentioned something about a gemstone?" She hadn't exactly been easy to hear in the midst of combat, but he was sure he'd caught the word 'gemstone' anyway. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 27, 2020 4:06:32 GMT -5
(I will be replying tomorrow! <3 Busy, busy homework day. Your dear friend Mint has been putting this off and the results were cashed in.)
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Mar 27, 2020 20:48:52 GMT -5
Will | Statue Room | Ougi
Orpheus disappeared, replaced moments later by Will. The boy looked up from whatever he was doing, a smile spreading across his face once he recognized the House. Perhaps not much time had passed in world since his last blink, but it was still good to be back, away from the most pressing danger. Besides, though the statues seemed rather... odd, they didn't seem directly dangerous. He glanced around trying to spot a familiar face. It would be nice to see Duck, if he could, or Rex, or even Ougi, as he had warmed up to the girl more in their last blinks. Even Touka would be alright - he didn't know her as well as some of the others, but any friend of Rex's was good enough for him. His eyes caught on Ougi and he smiled, until he realized the difference in his... well, could he call Ougi a friend yet? He didn't know if his liking of the girl was reciprocated. He pushed that thought away, realizing that it was odd, seeing Ougi in different clothes. He hadn't seen the other blinker in anything but the pink uniform, unless the House had changed the clothes of everyone in the room. "Hi!" He greeted, forcing his greeting to be a little more cheerful than he actually felt. No use dwelling on his world. "I like the red," he added, giving a soft smile. |
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Mar 27, 2020 21:18:11 GMT -5
Ougi - statue room - will
Someone had appeared soon after the high school student had, further drawing attention away from the cracked, now-armless sculpture. With a half-turn, Ougi put one hand up to his chin to strike a thoughtful pose. Will blinking in had caught his attention even just before the boy actually spoke to him.
Then, with a smirk, “Oh, it’s you.” Thankfully it wasn’t a malicious look, but rather one of recognition. Luckily for Will, he was not someone Ougi particularly wanted to mess with. He had proven through multiple encounters to be too worried about things in his own world to be satisfying to scare.
He crossed his arms and leaned against one of the statues, a figure which seemed to be wearing a robe and reaching into the sky. Ordinarily Ougi would be riding a bicycle, but in the case that the Paradox House took it, the only option was to find something else to sit on or lean against. If Ougi was standing still for too long, it probably wasn’t the real Ougi. And that made it clear nothing really had changed with the student. Something had changed, but really nothing was different at all.
“I leave you all alone for a few weeks and I still have to be the one to use my smarts and get us out of this place?” He was well aware little time had actually passed, and also that Will was only experiencing his first moments in the statue room, but it was more of a complex way to say ‘hello, how have you been?’ rather than a genuine scolding. “Seems you’re just like I left you.” It was directed to Will in particular.
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No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Mar 27, 2020 22:16:43 GMT -5
Will | Statue Room | Ougi Will was still scared of things in his world, but it seemed that he had gained confidence in the House, at the very least. He watched Ougi for a moment, deciding that the other blinker's bearing had maybe changed a little bit along with the clothing. He didn't know for sure about that, just that Ougi... felt... a little bit different. Not in a bad way, but it didn't seem to be in a good way either. Different in a... different... way. Okay, so maybe there was a reason he wasn't the DM for his friends' D&D games. He wasn't the best at making words sound good in sentences together. Or describing things. It was odd, still, that some people had weeks between their blinks. He hadn't even been blinking in for more than a day. "Whaddya expect?" Will asked, crossing his arms. He wasn't actually upset with Ougi - he got the feeling that he was more harmless than he wanted other people to think. Besides, Ougi had been nice to Will before, so the words didn't sound as barbed as they might have if Will hadn't ever met Ougi before. "Good to see you again," he added, looking around. "Weird statues. Who are these of?" |
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Post by --cato phoenix on Mar 27, 2020 22:39:00 GMT -5
 “That’s good,” Arlo replied. She hadn’t really expected Orpheus to start fights but she’d figured it would be a good idea to warn him just in case. “I wouldn’t say they happen often, but there are certain blinkers who tend to... get into more trouble than others... There’s a man with a hook for a hand who I’d definitely say is one of them, though I’m hoping he’s gotten a bit better since the last time I saw him.” If not... well, that might be why she hadn’t seen him since she came back. She’d warned him that she wouldn’t be there to bring him back if he got killed again but he’d never been good at listening before.
When asked asked about her name, Arlo nodded. She’d always found it a bit funny how so many newer blinkers seemed to know of her but she wasn’t really surprised anymore, that is, until she heard what he said next. She’d been back for a little while now and hadn’t really thought about possibility that the older blinkers had probably told some of the many newbies that she’d died. Again, Arlo found herself wishing there was a way to tell time in the House, though she knew it was impossible. One blinker’s two years could easily be another’s ten minutes. “Whoever told you that... they were right actually,” she started a bit slowly, trying to think of how to explain. “I guess you must know by now that magic exists here and in some blinkers’ worlds? Well... my type of magic apparently includes coming back to life...” She paused, thinking about how many people she’d told goodbye, about the speech the House had kind of tricked her into making in that fancy room. “I didn’t realize that until after it happened though, after I’d already told everyone that the plane my friend and I were in was crashing. Now I keep blinking in with newbies.” She sighed, then, realizing how that had probably sounded, quickly added, “Which is fine- I mean, I’m happy to explain what I know to new blinkers, but I haven’t had a chance to tell most of the people I know that I’m back.”
Arlo’s gaze traveled around the room again, lingering briefly on a bookcase, then the doorway into the hall before returning to the blinker she’d been talking to. Maybe it was a bit strange, but she almost felt a bit nervous about seeing the others again. She wanted to of course, but she wasn’t really sure how they were going to react. So far the only friend she’d seen again who’d known about her death had been Kaito. (I think..?) It was the fourth time something similar had happened to her, she should have figured it out sooner. Would they be upset that she’d worried them needlessly? She couldn’t really blame them if they were.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Mar 27, 2020 22:57:20 GMT -5
Ougi - statue room - Will
When Will mirrored his crossed arms, Ougi tilted his head slightly, as if wondering whether the other blinker would replicate that as well. The student was extremely casual even while knowing they were in the Paradox House, and a threatening room at that. Even though Will was not particularly fun to ridicule, and was not particularly interesting to study, Ougi was not irritated by him at all. In fact, perhaps it was those qualities that made him tolerable.
Ougi lounged in the same manner as usual, just with trousers rather than a skirt. Articulated fingers rather than blobulous sleeve-paws. His voidlike black eyes surveyed the growing crowd, including the figures around them that were set in stone.
A pause at ‘Good to see you’. What an oddly nice blinker. Suddenly there was almost a flash of malice within those dark eyes, but not enough to manifest into anything more.
“Looks like multiple time periods.” He paused as if in the middle of a skit, and waiting for Will to say, ‘Typical of this place’. He uprighted his head now, black hair settling smoothly into its original position.
”One’s already been cracked open. Why don’t we finish the job and break them all?” Nearly sarcasm. Ougi only wanted to see if someone would do it. But to not be a coward, that is all it would take for him to join them in the process.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Mar 27, 2020 23:07:42 GMT -5
Vincent - Statue Room
Vincent, hands still in his pockets, stared blankly in the direction Ougi had pointed towards before blinking out. After waiting a moment, he looked to the space the student had been standing with a lifted eyebrow, then frowned when he saw she was gone. He spent an unmotivated moment looking backwards to ensure that she hadn’t been abducted by one of the statues while she’d been mocking them, then turned in a new direction as a familiar face blinked in to fill the student’s absence. His expression remained innocent, but the change in Ougi’s presence, subtle as it was, held volume that perked his curiosity.
Before he could construct an accurate compilation of Ougi’s minutiae changes - or before he could even any find any outside his new clothing - another sound caught his attention. It felt like his head was on swivel with all these people in one room, and he couldn’t say he was a big fan of it. Though, sure enough, the sound was worth his glance; as cracked pieces of marble now lay littered around the ass of a fallen stranger. A sense of danger immediately pricked at the back of his neck, and he instinctively took his hands out of his pockets as he watched the scene further unfold.
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